It was a week before Alien Stage. Alien Stage to him, was just an excuse for Aliens to watch humans suffer and get tortured. It wasnt until next thursday, but oh what a mess he was. Reviewing the chords on the sheets over and over again, making sure nothings wrong and that everything in place... He was anything but calm.

But she made it all worth it.

Watching An, completely unknowingly of the situation that they're going to be put on... He just sighed. Keeping his mouth shut. He didn't want to have an earful from the others about this.

As they all made their own outfits, it was now a week before. He was so focused... But not focused enough to not notice a certain blue haired girl walking up to him.

Panicking to try and act 'calm,' his hands slipped and the spray paint bottle flew out of his hands. Thank God An caught it.

"An... Hey. What are you—what are you doing here?"